This is another poem I shot off to Six Word Saturdays. I sat down this morning and just wrote it. Not my best work, but it's what it is - a hastily written and unedited poem.
transform yourself if you will but
beware of finding a stranger in
the mirror one morning and wondering
where you went - was it the
new friends you sought to be
included on all the right lists?
was it the little work on your
face to erase the lines you
earned back when you were you
the real you, the one with
certainty of purpose and confidence in
who you were? where did I
go you will ask yourself as
you stare at the stranger in
the mirror, no one staring back
